Just then, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered something.
He pulled a scroll of special paper from his storage device.
"Wulin? What's this…?" Fang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion in his gaze.
Xie Xie also leaned in curiously. "Another treasure? Let me see!"
Tang Wulin scratched his head sheepishly, smiling apologetically.
"Sorry—I almost forgot! Glad I remembered."
He handed the scroll to Fang Yang with solemn care.
"Fang Yang—this is a Battle Armor blueprint, specially designed for you by my father."
"A Battle Armor design blueprint?" Fang Yang blinked in surprise—then took it instinctively.
As he unrolled the blueprint, intricate soul-guided circuits and structural diagrams filled the page.
Every detail was meticulously annotated in colored ink, with precise notes at critical joints.
At that moment, a faint, delicate fragrance drifted near.
Gu Yue had silently moved to Fang Yang's side, her black hair spilling over her shoulders.
She leaned in slightly, her cool eyes scanning the blueprint.
After a pause, she spoke—her voice like clear spring water:
"Fang Yang… this Battle Armor blueprint…"
Her eyes widened faintly. "It's a custom design—and incredibly detailed."
Fang Yang looked up at Tang Wulin, gratitude shining in his eyes.
"Wulin—thank your father for me. This gift… is far too precious."
Xie Xie's eyes sparkled with envy. "Whoa! A custom Battle Armor blueprint!"
His voice trembled with awe.
"Oh—and this too," Tang Wulin added, pulling out a Federation credit card.
"Fang Yang—here's the million credits I borrowed from you."
"Wulin, no need—" Fang Yang waved it off.
"This blueprint is already more than enough."
"No—debts are debts. I must repay you," Tang Wulin insisted firmly.
He pressed the card into Fang Yang's hand. "Dad taught me—keep your word."
He added with a grin, "And now that my dad's back in the game… I've got money!"
"WHAT?!" Xie Xie gasped, eyes bulging.
He stared at Tang Wulin in disbelief—this frugal friend had such a legendary lineage?!
An Eighth-Tier Mecha Designer was a once-in-a-generation genius in the entire Federation!
Gu Yue's brow furrowed slightly as she studied Tang Wulin.
"Eighth-Tier Mecha Designer…" she murmured, lost in thought.
In the end, Fang Yang accepted the repayment—knowing this was Tang Wulin's principle.
"Hey… Wulin—" Xie Xie rubbed his hands together, grinning slyly as he sidled up. "Aren't we best friends?"
Tang Wulin saw right through him. "Xie Xie—you want my dad to design a blueprint for you, don't you?"
"Yes! Exactly!" Xie Xie nodded eagerly. "Wulin—we can negotiate the price!"
Tang Wulin pondered, then said, "Gu Yue probably needs one too. I'll ask my dad's schedule—try to get blueprints for both of you."
"Thank you, Tang Wulin," Gu Yue said softly.
"No problem," Tang Wulin smiled.
"Thank you, FATHER!" Xie Xie immediately adopted the title, eyes gleaming.
An Eighth-Tier Mecha Designer's blueprint—priceless!
Though Battle Armor was traditionally self-designed, a master's blueprint was a golden opportunity—to be refined to one's own needs.
"Alright, my son," Tang Wulin said, feigning sternness.
He and Xie Xie turned to leave. "Fang Yang—we'll head out. Won't disturb you two any longer."
"Bye," Fang Yang waved.
Now, only Fang Yang and Gu Yue remained in the dorm.
Fang Yang suddenly spoke: "Gu Yue—you take this blueprint."
"But it's designed for you. Why give it to me?" Gu Yue asked, puzzled.
Fang Yang smiled, fingertips tracing the blueprint. "It's good—but incomplete."
Gu Yue understood instantly.
She knew better than anyone that Fang Yang's Golden Dragon King bloodline demanded unique customization.
This blueprint, though masterful, couldn't fully harmonize with his essence.
"Alright," she said softly. "When we craft your Battle Armor… I'll refine it for you."
"You're the best," Fang Yang said, naturally intertwining his fingers with hers.
Gu Yue let him hold her hand—then asked, "You wanted those spirit herbs… for alchemy?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"Can you make other pills too?" she asked, curious.
Fang Yang thought for a moment. "I can—but I need more spirit herbs…"
"Not enough ingredients?" Gu Yue finished. "I can get you more."
"No need," Fang Yang shook his head, confidence gleaming in his eyes.
He pulled out the Donghai Auction manager's business card.
"Soul-Ascension Pills are just the beginning."
Gu Yue nodded thoughtfully.
As a Spirit Pagoda Core Disciple, Fang Yang needed no external backing.
A pause. Then Gu Yue's voice turned hesitant—"Fang Yang… after this semester… would you… come home with me?"
Fang Yang's heart skipped.
She's ready to reveal her identity as the Silver Dragon King.
After a moment, he smiled. "I'd love to. But first…"
He dragged out the words playfully, "Gu Yue—you'll have to meet my mom in Aolai City first."
Gu Yue's ears flushed crimson.
She understood perfectly—meeting parents meant serious commitment.
She lowered her eyes, whispering, "You shameless rascal…"
"So… you agree?" Fang Yang held her gaze.
"…Yes."
Her reply was barely audible—but it made his heart race.
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